You serve absolutely no purpose in my life.
You are an utterly useless human, a pointless person whose only pleasure in life seems to come from this delusional belief that your opinion matters to the rest of us.
That we mere peasants while away our days waiting our turn to be justified by you.
To have your royal highness deem us "Cool".
That we, being without brains of our own, hang on your every opinion, longing to learn who the "right" people to like are, what the "good" art should look like, what the "worthy" music should sound like, and what "proper" poetry should say.

All the while, the sad truth of the matter is that we don't really care what you think of us, our friends, our opinions, or our choices.
You are not nearly as important as you trick yourself into believing.
When you are gone, our lives will continue without missing even a fraction of a beat, and the only things we will even miss about you are those clear, lucid moments when you were genuine.
Our only sorrow will be that these moments were so greatly outnumbered, so overwhelmed by the countless caustic comments, needless and undeserved derision, snubs, and unrequested opinions.

You would matter more if you weren't so thoroughly convinced that you already do.

(1999, Mel Grubb II)

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